Basel to Colmar
Having plenty of time on a ride somehow never equates to sleeping late and a leisurely start. An unfamiliar room, the excitement of a new adventure, and all the things you forgot to do on the bike last night crowd into your head and guarantee waking up way earlier than needed. Thankfully the apartment had a coffee machine – and a proper bean-to-cup one at that. So at least I had a decent brew to savour whilst I tinkered with the steed. Eventually though, impatient with faffing I grabbed a shower, kitted out, and rolled out. It was way way earlier than I needed to be on the road, but it was beyond anything likely to be considered rush hour. And I figured I could easily kill time over breakfast and more coffee.
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